Brendan was ignominiously slapped for his musings on what this Liverpool team could have achieved in the Champions League on current form. You know, the side heading for a second consecutive triumph in the “If you counted everyone’s points after Christmas” league.
Once you make such claims of course, it helps if you win your Europa League game. It won’t bother Rodgers of course; skin like a rhino, that one. We’re talking about the manager who wrote down “Dejan Lovren: fifth penalty taker” and didn’t collapse in spasms of snot-giggles.
Poor old Mario’s had the treatment again. Not even remotely the worst player on the pitch, he took every kick, dig and mouthful the Turks threw at him, all the while pondering why Sturridge and Sterling were allowed deckchairs and he wasn’t. Then he gets subbed, with nary a glance from Rodgers. No wonder he had a face like thunder.
Of course the bootlickers came out in force afterwards. “Oh, he was taken off before he was sent off”. So why pick him in the first place? Why buy him in the first place? Rodgers is sticking to his guns, nothing to do with him that signing etc. Maybe he’s just not as good a horse whisperer as he originally thought?
Fatigue has been the buzzword for weeks. The mere thought of more Thursday/Sunday nightmares clearly wasn’t relished. So we lost a penalty shoot-out in Istanbul, we won the one that mattered. City didn’t have a good week themselves, obviously. That goofy bloke looked useful for Barcelona (he said, between sobs) making their need to catch Chelsea even more pressing.
They’d had the extra days’ rest. Surely Liverpool would be suffering from the F-word? Well, you can F that. Excuses are for losers and our determination not to be beaten was breathtaking.
Inside the ground there was a banner claiming “£nough was £nough” (clever). Yes, INSIDE the ground, with tickets £50 a pop. The first of three home games in a week. Maybe I’m missing the point? You could always stay away. That said Brendan’s Liverpool do play wonderful football at times, and an occasion like Sunday makes the whole rotten mess worthwhile. They’ve got us over a barrel.
City have their share of hulking athletes but they got the runaround. We swarmed all over them. They still had moments of class, though. You get what you pay for I suppose… Is that petty? It might even be hypocritical, but despite victory we’re in no mood for diplomacy. City sang about how Liverpool blew the title they won instead. That’s a hard one to process but made Coutinho’s strike all the sweeter.
30 years of them acting the fool pre-wealth no longer protects them from their expensive-yet-still-cheap ascendancy. The little magician’s scored three goals in a month commensurate with his enormous talent. Henderson was missed badly in Europe — and where’s this Joe Allen been hiding? Even Lovren was good.
So we’ve handed it to Mourinho, so what? That’s not our concern.
On this form Liverpool may get another crack at the Champions League, and then you’d all better watch out. Brendan said so, the mad genius...